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Las Vegas, Nevada

Day 92 What happens in Vegas happens to cool people


It’s safe to say that the first half of day 92 wasn’t exactly productive. When I get real loose and have a good time I call the creature that I morph into the Zombie. The Zombie may have a scary name, but shouldn’t be feared. He likes music with a fun beat, socializing using the best slurred slang known to man, and is an all around peaceful person. Preparing Mike for battle with the hangover fairy is not one of the Zombies few talents. Making sure that Mike drinks plenty of water, takes off his shoes and brushes his teeth before bed seems to always slip the Zombies mushy mind. (sorry about the third person) When I woke I paid my dues for having “too much fun”. The first half of the day was used for a deep recovery. The second half of the day began around 5:30pm. My plan was to just head to the strip with the camera and make up for the previous nights lack of photography. All was going as planned and I was being a good guy by staying away from and liquid influence until I got my first tweet ever. It came from Jessie, one of the fellers from Minnesota that I hung out with the night before. He and Luke, the other Minnesotan, were at the PBR Rock Bar. I took him up on the offer and tracked them down. It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone I’ve known and these guys were the closest I was going to get to a good set of buddies here in Las Vegas. It was their last night and they wanted to live it up. To make things a bit fun I half heartedly mentioned that I wanted to get married in Vegas. They took my joke and ran with it. The next few hours were some of the funniest I ever had. I don’t think that those two crazies let one single chick walk by without proposing for me. All in all the ladies took it well as they politefully declined our offers. One beautiful young cocktail waitress at one of the casinos on the strip did give me a yes and from her exppresion she may have been serious. We had to let her know that we were just playing around and as she walked away she gave me one last wink. I’m pretty sure if I was serious then I’d have the ol’ ball and chain attached to my ankle right now.

At one point Jessie mentioned staying up until sunrise. I thought what the hay, I’ll give it a shot. It has been a few years since I pulled that off anyway. Well I actually did make it to sunrise. The guys, on the other hand, called a night around 4:30 am due to their really early flight back to Minnesota at 9am.   My strategy for making it long enough to greet the sun was a huge breakfast at the Dennys right off of the strip with a few cups of coffee and orange juice. I arrived back at the Motel 6 just before 7am, removed my shoes and settled in for some much needed sleep. Las Vegas is going to be tough on me.

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About mikekrabal

I'm a fella who finally let the inner traveler come out. A non-standard sort.

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My name's Mike Krabal and I am from Jefferson County WV. I'm a thirty year old guy who still believes that you can be anything you want to be. I'm on a mission to find out exactly what that is.

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